Another Friday Night, another campy titty movie on Skin-emax. Jacob was home alone again, a frequent part of his weekly routine which didn't bother him. At 18, fresh out of school, he was enjoying having nothing to do but jack off and sleep in. The summers in Florida - and his mother's refusal to run the AC as much as he'd like - drove him to multiple showers a day. But right now, he was alone, it was 1:30 AM, and the lubricant he had found in his mom's bedroom was working like magic on his stiff rod.
"God damn I love her tits," Jake whispered to himself as he took his sweet time stroking his cock. The star actress was bent over a pool table getting fucked, one of the better scenes in the movie. This was the second skin flick on tonight, and Jacob hadn't cum once. He wanted one big cumshot to put himself to sleep.
His sister, Jennifer, 21 years old and on break from college, was out late also. This was typical for her as she didn't even live at home anymore and was only visiting for a few weeks. Maybe she was with their mom looking for guys at the Deep End?
A few months earlier, their mother Amanda had finally divorced the son of a bitch she had been married to the last 4 years. It wasn't Jacob or Jennifer's father. No, this asshole was an abusive drug dealer that got what he had coming. Pulled over with a pistol under the seat and say goodbye to Derrick! The first visit Amanda made to him in prison was to get the divorce papers signed.
The lawn outside lit up brilliantly as the unmistakable headlights of Amanda's Jeep Wrangler came speeding down the driveway. Some random song by Counting Crows was blaring over the radio, uncomfortably loud even from inside the house.
"Holy shit!" Jacob shot up, yanking his underwear and shorts from the floor. His cock immediately began retreating, slimy with his mother's lube like both of his hands. The door of the Jeep slammed shut, Amanda yelling at the top of her lungs about being too hard to handle now, echoing the lyrics of the song that had cut out after she killed the Jeep.
No time, she pulled up right to the kitchen and was already inside before Jacob could run the lube back to her room. He was barely able to get his hands under the sink to rinse them off before the kitchen door flew open, slamming into the wall.
"God damn, Mom!" the slam scared the shit out of him. Jacob's heart was pounding. He had been very close to getting caught with his cock out.
"Hey, boy!" his mom said sternly as she slowly walked into the kitchen. Her face said 'smashed' all over it, but she had her balance and stood up straight. She was wearing a turquoise halter top and white capris with sandals, toenails painted orange. The white lace of her bra stood out prominently along the edges of the top.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Jacob laughed nervously, truly startled by her entrance. She must have kicked the door in. Amanda laughed back, appearing to be in a great mood. The way she rode up to the house, scream-singing and practically beating her own kitchen door's ass, it made sense. She must have had a great time.
"I see! You need to be ready for anything. I bet I could kick that ass right now!" His eyes went wide with surprise as Jacob's mom threw a straight kick right to his face in the middle of the kitchen. The bottom of her sandal was a few inches from his face as he pushed back from the sink, dodging for dear life, but laughing.
"God damn, Mom!" for the second time in as many minutes. Jacob quickly back peddled into the living room to give himself distance. This wasn't the first time his mother had come at him like this. Every now and then she'd challenge him to some ridiculous fight seemingly because she could throw one mean kick and that was it. He would lead her to the couch, catch her ankle on the next one and drop her down for the night.
"Don't run from yo momma!" Amanda laughed and took a few quick steps forward. Her next kick immediately followed, and as expected Jacob caught it easily in his hand. Her balance was all on that left leg now. Jacob slowly rotated her towards the couch and prepared to let her fall backwards in what he hoped would be the place she fell asleep with little hassle.
As Jake forced her into a steady pivot, neither mom or son were speaking. It had gone quiet for only a moment, until the unmistakable, rhythmic sound of a woman being fucked became the only thing you could hear in their trailer.
Amanda and Jake, facing each other at first, only had to turn their heads slightly to watch what was unfolding on the screen. Amanda's kick still held in midair, the two watched in silence as the couple on screen continued their lovemaking. A pair of amazing tits were on full display, heaving forward with each thrust from her companion as he continued to fuck her from behind against the pool table.
Busted! It took a moment to sink in for Amanda, but Jake knew immediately he was caught red handed. His face burned with embarrassment, so much so he couldn't look back at his mother.
Though her drunken mind was slowed, Amanda's wobbly vision eventually found enough focus to process the visuals on her television. The entire situation dawned on her; one foot held high by her son, who was only defending himself from being kicked in the face by his drunk mom who also just so happened to interrupt he jacking off to porn. For her, this was hilarious. Her son was always such a snarky smart ass that she was thrilled to fill this empowered and armed to tease him forever.
Watching her son's face turn red, she noted his gaze was fixed on the screen. For her, this was a sign of how horny and desperate the little ass had been. She didn't realize how mortified the kid actually was. Jake's entire body was frozen, and Amanda took the opportunity to free her ankle from his grip.
"Jesus fu-!" Jake cried as he stumbled backwards into the chair he had just been occupying. His mom and yanked her leg free and shoved him in the chest with that ridiculous drunk strength people can have sometimes. That, and Jake was just caught off guard.
His mother stood over him laughing, mocking the way he fell backwards. "Jesus Fu, Jesus Fu!" She was doubled over, and then dead silent. "Ooooh son, look what I found!" she cried in a hoarse whisper, too excited to be loud. Thrilled. Slowly, as Jake watched from the chair, her hand lifted and brought into his view the bottle of her sex lube. Feeling his face contort further, he died inside as his mom erupted in another fit of laughter.
Both of their hands shot out and grabbed the remote at the same time. "Don't you DARE turn it off, mister. You are BUSTED, and I will NOT let you live this down, not after all the shit you've been giving me lately. Your snarky little remarks, sir!" Honestly Jake was a great son. The snark and smart assed treatment she received was never mean, but he certainly teased her relentlessly sometimes. He would take it too far every now and then, and she let him know, but now it was her turn.
"Mom come on, this is fucking embarrassing! Turn it off, please?!"
"No!" Amanda's brain had been working wonders considering the state she was in. Many things occurred to her in rapid succession. He had her lube, and she knew where she kept it. He dug through her dildos, vibrators, magazines, tampons, all that shit, just to use her lube. How long had he been doing this?
"Mom?"
"Shut up." She didn't want to hear anything from him, and without realizing it her face had become one of cold anger. Her son violated her privacy while sitting at home without a job and jacking off. Probably every night.
"I'm so-"
"Sorry? For what? Going in my room while I'm out trying to enjoy myself? Digging through my shit" her mind skips a moment "and violating my privacy and trust?!" In that brief glitch of a moment Amanda felt her pussy start to warm up.
"Look, I-"
"God damn it Jake, shut up." Amanda stood up now, still holding the bottle of lubricant for him to see. The edge had come out of her voice now, she was quickly coming back from the spike of rage she had felt at first. "This thing is half empty! I
know
how much was in here yesterday. I still can't believe you went through my fucking dresser, you little shit!" Her inflection was almost playful as she spoke, revealing the joy she was experiencing just enough for her son to notice. He rolled his eyes.
"Oh grow up! You're busted, get over it," Amanda quipped at his eye roll. "And Jesus, son, how long have you been at it tonight? It's not even 2 yet. I come back before last call once and catch you in the middle of some marathon stroke session?" She was laughing again, watching Jake's face turn red, again.
"Mom god damn, can we move on
please?
" Jake pleaded, his mother stepping back awkwardly to let him stand back up.
"Oh no, we're gonna crack open a couple of cold one's and finish this movie. I came home alone tonight, you idiot." Amanda laughed, plopping onto the sofa. "Bring us some tall boys from outside."
~*~
It was well past 2:00 AM now, and the softcore porn had yet to stop playing on TV. As the current movie's credits rolled, the next one started up. Jake and his mom had gotten comfortable on the couch, a 6 pack in progress between them already.
For Jake, the evening had gone from a near blowout with his mother, to one of the craziest, insane experiences he would ever have. He had lost his erection quickly after his mom had come crashing through the door, but 5 minutes into sitting there with her he was rock hard once again. Amanda sat to his right, leaving him against the arm of the sofa. The TV was angled in such a way that she naturally leaned back into Jake's side to get more comfortable. His erection came roaring back.
"Put your arm around me like a damn gentleman!" Amanda demanded, half-joking and half-serious. Jake did not hesitate. He could see straight down her top, her white bra glowing from the light of the TV. On screen a different woman, middle-aged, blond (like his mother), was having sex with her husband to some cheesy music. Her hips gyrated as she stretched her arms above her head, letting her hair fall, writhing in feigned ecstasy.
Jake chugged from his beer a bit as Amanda did the same. "Why are you watching this, again? Why are
we
watching this, again?"
She heard him, but didn't really have an answer she was confident in providing. "To make you as uncomfortable as possible, son." As she said the word
